"Yeah." He simply huffed out as the gave a quick pace down the pointed rout. It'd been a few minutes so there was no telling where their wizard prankster turned assulter had diverted themselves. But they had to try right? couldn't just chalk this up to bad luck. They burned the beast, saved the Muggle, but the culprit was still missing. They needed him to consider this a win.

"He won't be getting any reoccurring nightmares about them anyw-THERE!" he shouted, perhaps too loudly as his eyes settled upon a stooped figure in very obvious wizard dress, resting on a bench. Harry's outburst was enough to startle the man, who looked like he was just out of Hogwarts as he made to run.

Residual nightmares actually could be a side effect of obliviation, but Abby decided that discretion was the better part of valor here and wasn't going to mention it. Luckily, a distraction in the form of the perpetrator made himself known and she took off running after him, glancing over at Harry.

"Circle around that way," she said, then darted to the other side, hoping to trap him when he came to the little bridge that ran through the park. He'd have to go one way or the other (or over, but that was a worry for another time).

Harry did so, being mindful to keep his wand hidden in case any Muggles were in the area. The villain was perused by Abigail with a startling amount of focus and determination, but that was probably why she was the experienced Hitwizard, and he the up and coming Auror.

The tactic proved fruitful as they came to the bridge with Harry at one end and Abigail at the other. With nowhere to run, the wizard pulled out his wand. In a flash of movement Harry let loose a spell, hitting the up and coming prankster square in the chest. He was flipped up in a second, dangling in the air by his ankle as if hoisted up by an invisible hook. He'd leave Abby to get the wand and make the official arrest, it was her plan after all, she deserved the credit.

"Great job," she said, running up and catching her breath. She'd been behind a desk too long -- she was winded. She grabbed the wand and then quickly made the arrest, keeping an eye out for muggles. "Let's get him back to the Ministry," she said, patting her pocket for the portkey. She frowned. "Do you have the portkey?"

"Yeah I have the....portkey." He spoke as he patted down his jacket pocket, not finding anything. "Well...Crap." He spoke as all colour drained from his face. "I must have dropped it in the chase or something." Harry found himself mentally kicking his backside to the moon, frustration evident on his face, before an idea came to mind. His wand out, Harry pictured the troublesome thing in his head before muttering out '"Accio Portkey." there was a slight wait but soon from behind a bush, the small plastic whistle flinging out and hitting the ground near their feet. "That was close haha." He spoke as he went to pick it up with Abigail.

Her own face mirrored that blank, slightly panicked look at the prospect of side-along apparition with an unwilling participant - it was harder than it seemed. Thankfully, Harry was fast on his feet and she visibly relaxed as the portkey came flying along at the behest of the spell.

"Yeah," she agreed, with a relieved laugh. "I wouldn't have wanted to risk splinching over this." She gave a little shudder at the idea. "I knew a guy who lost a leg like that."